Liquid ice falls from the sky
Pounding the windows below.
Powdered fluff covers some spots
On a naked leaved willow.
Shining raindrops leave some holes
In the freshly fallen snow.
Then they turn to pure sheet ice
And it sparkles from below.
Now it glistens even more,
With radiant sun beams hitting
The perfect spot on clear ice.
It is just way too pretty.
I run, I jump, I glide
On this twinkling ice patch.
I hope that this never ends,
Me and glitter are perfect matches.
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